Nipsey Hussle – Rose Clique (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Nipsey Hussle - Rose Clique

Throwback to the “Rose Clique’ song by late Nipsey Hussle. Listen, stream, buy, watch the video, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Nipsey Hussle Rose Clique
Nipsey Hussle Rose Clique

At the age of 33, Nipsey Hussle had only put on one official studio album. And while it was Grammy-nominated, his fans will forever cherish the legacy he built through his mixtape run. The Marathon Continues became a slogan to carry on his legacy but it truly began with the release of his 2011 mixtape of the same name. TMC remains a pivotal project in Nipsey’s career but also one that became synonymous with the blog era. Laced with 14 songs in total, Nip’s desires and ambition shined as he basked in the success he’s accomplished independently.

No song sums it up better than “Rose Clique.” Glossy synths and wavy guitar chords lead the way as Nip paints a picture of a young boss manifesting a life far from where he came up. “LAX to JFK then on our way to Heathrow/ At the polo lounge in here sippin’ cappuccino,” he raps. “Spendin’ pounds, every purchase, man, this feeling has no equal/ if you come from where I come from, it’s rare that you see folk.”

“Rose Clique” became a highlight off of the project, though it was released months before when Nip had celebrated 107K followers on Twitter. Released as a free mixtape and available on iTunes, Nipsey’s TMC laid down the foundation of the independent grind he would pursue with projects like Crenshaw that were sold as hard copies for $100.

Nipsey Hussle – Rose Clique

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They call me Young Nip C-Note, Rose Clicquot
Talkin’ to my girl while your bitch give me deep throat
Shootin’ at the world, dog, ’cause life is just a free throw
Shoppin’ on rodeo in some dickies, that’s my steelo
Played out pussy, please don’t offer me, no
If sex was a weapon, she could not kill a mosquito
Little mama lost her grip, pastrami around her pee hole
Got too many miles, baby, that’s a repo
Shorty’s in denial, really tryna fuck with me though
I’m way out your league so please excuse my ego
Diamonds in my Cuban link, my Rolex presidential
Penthouses and beach homes, perrier and patron
Told you way before about this baller shit I be on
Young Nipsey Hussle ain’t some shit that you should sleep on
Rich before rap, had to let the streets go
Faith in my transition, I knew I’ll be back in beast mode
Catch a case, that’s the tradition, either that or six believe no
Still somehow I understood that I could make the seed grow
And that one day that tree will bear fruit to feed my people
That one day is upon us, grab your fork it’s time to eat, bro
Slauson Ave he’s so
Rapper, CEO
And if we’re all actors, I guess I’ll be Al Pacino
And it was all after when they thought I was finito
Not my Valentino, it’s what I got up my sleeve though
LAX to JFK then on our way to Heathrow
At the polo lounge in here sippin’ cappuccino
Spendin’ pounds, every purchase man this feeling has no equal
If you come from where I come from, it’s rare that you see folk
That did it like I did it but do it ‘cause we need more
Cuba Gooding Juniors kill ’em with that submarine flow
Like every man of honor had to conquer Rob De Niro
Like Ginger in Casino or that runway light in Heat
That shadow in the grass from when Vincent shot him off his feet
In other words, life is just a fight against your disbeliefs
That’s why I’m screamin’ I’m the greatest of all time like Young Ali
Play Mohammad to these false prophets in this industry
But I’m just me, catch me cruising solo in my 2-seat B-E-N-Z
Or at the Roosevelt with Rimpau smokin’ weed TMZ
Flashing lights like Kanye album number three, but I’m gon’ be
From R.S.C. ’til the day I D-I-E, so I crank my beat and hit the gas on ’em

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